Chapter 20

Four days later the Stable Class Rancho Camulos entered normal space relieving the Kon Tiki for transport duty to another colony. She wasn't alone. A colony founder the APF003 Antoine Laumet, followed twenty minutes later.

The Antoine Laumet dropped seven pods as soon as she made orbit. With no one aboard the pods, the AI landed them with no mishaps. Two pods each carried a machine shop replicator and a Mohawk assembler robot each. One pod landed on Wayward's largest moon, Clotho, where it would create the materials for the orbital station and building panels for the colony's needs such as the school, the marina, militia facilities, and other public buildings. The second machine-shop-replicator-endowed pod landed to form the center of the colony's industrial zone, helping to complete the artistic and industrial center. Once the planet-side construction needs were met, the Clotho replicator would be used to construct first an orbital docking station and then high power silicon relays for weapon systems on confederacy warships. The colony base replicator would meet the planets-side needs.

Even though Wayward was on the far side of Confederacy space, Governor Danvers had insisted that Wayward participate in the struggle against the Sa'arm. Their contribution was economic, supposedly to reimburse the Darjee. Providing items to assist the troops meant a tangible effort for her people. Remembering her mother's pride when she reminisced about how the lumber her father and older brothers had harvested was used for Higgins PT boats. The Governor realized that those emotions her mother expressed for her Pappy's contributions needed to be in the minds of her people also. The high power silicon relays would mean little in the scope of the war. After engagements, the relays needed to be replaced to maintain combat readiness. Yes, they could be replicated on ship and at the re-supply yards. Having a steady supply of these components available freed up a small percentage of replicator capacity for more pressing needs.

Each of the five remaining pod-landing sites would later become the center of an agricultural enterprise. Far from empty, each of these pods from the Antoine Laumet held the components to create a startup agricultural operation. Initially, the prefabricated corrals needed erection. After the pods landed, at each site a utility robot began drilling holes for posts or foundation anchors. The ranchers wanted to unload their livestock as soon as possible. Once on the ground, teams of men unloaded prefabricated fencing sections from the dropped pods. The fencing sections were set into place manually, until the nanites could tack weld each section together. Having witnessed the speed at which nanites could weld the prefabricated sections in place and the resulting strength of those welds, the ranchers quickly erected a large corral. Water and feed for the animals took less time. Troughs were made of precut sheets that needed to be held in place temporarily until the nanites could weld them into the required shape. Temporary hoses were run from the replicator to the water troughs in order to maintain water levels. Manual labor would fill the feed troughs.

Transforming the pods took several hours, due to the sheer size and surprising complexity of the barns. More than just storage places, these main barns were packed with equipment. Internal superstructures, including cranes and equipment for initial processing of the farm's products, needed to be configured.

Cotton, flax and hemp planted in the near future would become additional textiles for the artisans to use. White Mulberry and Osage Orange would be propagated across a hundred acres on a mini continent in the Western Sea. Unmanned fliers broadcast hearty hybrid grasses over prime grazing land. These plants would provide the raw materials to feed the animals used in the production of silk, mohair, merino, and angora wool would begin.

Over at the rabbit hutch the animals would need to stay on the ship until their structure was complete. In the morning, the transfer of the angora rabbits would begin. Finally, the silkworm larvae, still in their cocoons, would be offloaded.

During the night, the remaining pods from the Antoine Laumet would land, becoming homes for the Rancho Camulos' human cargo. Both ships were scheduled to return to Earth for additional colonists and livestock. A feasibility study was under way to see if bees could assist in pollinations.

The constabulary, including Joshua Polanski and Ray-ray Jenkins, escorted Governor Danvers, Father Tomonaga, members of Artisan Guilds and Colony Services to meet each group of farmers. The meetings seemed cordial enough.

The trip to Wayward had been a bit more difficult for the Rancho Camulos; three evacuees had had to be recycled. Their infractions would have led to criminal charges on Earth. The care of the rabbits would need to be more automated, the row crop farmers would be down one hand and the sheep operation lost its best shearer. None of the individuals were great losses in terms of CAP scores. Having been given a synopsis of the 911 calls to the various local jurisdictions in reference to these men, Danvers silently thanked heaven they were not on the planet. When the agreement had been made to move the outfits, the screening of potential evacuees had been left to the humans who ran the different organizations. Previous wholesale pickups had been screened fairly well by the evacuees. The AI had assured Danvers that the contracts for any future extractions would be modified and all subjects would be screened for compatibility at Wayward.

Marsha Danvers needed to include these people into her community. For six weeks, they had been under direct Confederacy rule. "I expect your families to be involved in our colony." That brought a bit incredulous looks. Danvers pushed ahead with her vision. "Instead of being trapped out on the farm, I want you to live in the colony proper."

That brought a round of muffled disbeliefs. "Ma'am," a bald man standing over by a gate called for her attention. "How are we supposed to do that?"

Marsha paused, waiting for the crowd to build a bit of anticipation. "How did you travel from the ship to here?"

He pointed to a small outbuilding. "We used one of those transport pad things."

"Each neighborhood will have a transporter locus. Your farm will have a powered nexus." She pointed to the same building. Several men came pouring out of the door carrying large equipment bags. "As you can see, temporary quarters are being brought in for the first overnight shift." The assemblage turned to look at the seven men. "Eventually a station house will replace the transport shed." She motioned in the air at the station as she imagined it. "Tonight we have temporary housing in the government building. I have about twenty minutes for questions then I need to go see the rabbit wranglers." That brought a good laugh for these sheepherders.

Leslie stood by Father Tomonaga and Chief Polanski. She fielded daycare and education questions. Chief Polanski spent more time explaining that his role was more as colony peacekeeper and councilor as opposed to law enforcement, a concept called civil service by the confederacy.

Father Tomonaga fielded a difficult set of questions. Those questions came from one Albert Jackson, a tall strong looking young black man. "Father, they told us that during the health screening, they gave us things that made everyone horn- uh, sexually excited." Tomonaga nodded and smiled. "When Ruth's husband tried to choke her, they spaced him. I wasn't with them at that time. She asked if I would stay with her and Lena." Albert looked down and away avoiding eye contact with the padre.

"Albert, you can talk to me." Jacob Tomonaga placed a hand on the young man's arm.

Taking a deep breath, Albert continued. "I got so horny, I slept with both of them, Father." He looked back at the ground. "I am going to be a dad. I don't know what to do? I was a bastard and it wasn't good for me."

Jacob looked at Albert. The green band seemed to sparkle. "Can you take me to Ruth and Lena?"

Albert looked around, "this way Father." He led Jacob to two women who were chatting with Leslie. The three women were giggling as they were approached. "This is Ruth and Lena." He gestured to a tan skinned blonde and then a petite Hispanic girl.

Jacob assumed the blonde-haired woman was Ruth. She wore an orange-banded collar. Lena sported a green band like Albert. "Hello ladies, I'm-"

"A priest, I can see." She turned to Albert. "We've decided to be a family, Albert. Things are different here." She stepped forward and hugged him. "It's gonna work." She pushed back from him. "What could a priest know about having two women anyway?"

"Actually Ruth, both of my wives are pregnant." Ruth dropped her mouth open in response to the priest's admission.

"Mia Madre, padre es un padre." Lena crossed herself.

Albert stopped moving. Jacob thought he heard Leslie snort. It was common knowledge his wives were expecting. Jacob had forgotten how much shock that statement could invoke.

"It's true ladies," Leslie shared. "Father T. is gaining firsthand knowledge of wedded bliss."

Jacob Tomonaga started to giggle. Leslie joined in, followed by Lena then Ruth. Albert did his best to catch the joke. It eluded him. He knew that they weren't laughing at him. He smiled at their collective mirth.

When the laughing died, Jacob walked with Albert toward the nexus shed. "What you need to do is build a home that will be a great place to be a family."

"I was raised in foster care." Albert stopped dead in his tracks.

Jacob steered him toward the constables. "Raymond, Joshua," he called. The men walked over, both of them had the same green striped collars as Albert. "This is Albert." There was an exchange of pleasantries and handshakes.

"What can we do for you, Father?" Joshua continued quickly. "Need 'em roughed up a bit?"

"No, what he needs is somebody to lean on." He patted Albert on the back. "He is going to be a father."

"Congrats." Ray-ray offered a high five that Albert reciprocated. Pointing at Ruth and Lena he asked, "Which one?"

"Both," offered Father Tomonaga.

"Tom cat!" called Joshua. "The fun part's done, what can we do?"

"I wasn't raised in a good home," Albert admitted.

Ray-ray looked at Joshua, "Just ask, dude, just ask."

"Yeah," added Joshua. "There are even sleep trainings on infant care." Ray-ray turned to his partner and boss, raising an eyebrow. "I never could make those sticky tabs on those disposable diapers work."

Albert walked the three men to the transport pad. Once they left, he found his ladies and shared a newfound confidence in an attack of kisses and gropes.

Having the school built of prefabricated panels with no superstructure flew in face of Earth building techniques as understood by the majority of the colonists. The nanites created a concrete like ceramic pad for the foundation. The industrial replicator on the largest moon created a pod tender, which ferried building panels to the respective construction sites. The Clotho's Mohawk robot would hold the panels firm while nanites fused them into one piece.

Depending on your age, there was good news and bad news. The school would be ready in one week, even with the seven-hour delay. An observation space overlooking the construction site had to be constructed. Every child wanted to watch the tender and the Mohawk position panels as the school grew larger. It was a badly kept secret that the kids who really liked to watch were generally the adult boys over thirty. That their boys were working, waiting, watching, or humping became a source of private female jokes during and after the construction.

The school would be a daycare-through-adult education facility. The pool and gymnasium would be completed in another week. The tender had landed the outer shells of the Phys-Ed buildings. The softball, football, and other playing fields would be part of the park attached to the school grounds.

Lieutenants Holloman and Spencer spent a great deal of time with Leslie and Bill. Discussions over curriculum dominated the conversations. More agreements came about than differences. Some of the ideas Leslie had for simulation labs were taken to the governor's office for approval. This would add an extra week before the complete school facility would be finished.

Rose Holloman, slotted to start as Commander of the JROTC, had strenuously objected to being assigned to that position. She argued unsuccessfully for John Spencer to be the Commander. Yes, John Spencer had experience with the JROTC on Earth. However, Rose had two things in her 'favor'. One: she had served on the Presidential Carrier Churchill, leading over thirty recovery missions. Two: when serving on the Sir Ector, the assault ship was boarded by Swarm troopers. Her unit and the ship's crew held the enemy at bay until the destroyer Tibet could come to their aid.

Holloman had managed to maneuver her deployments to avoid her required pregnancies. She would be here for the duration of at least eighteen months. Finally resigned to her fate, she decided her first command would be the best command.

"Lieutenant Spencer," Rose caught the Marine's attention. "Since I have taken this position while on progenitor duty, I'm technically not under your command anymore, yes?"

He thought a moment. "In a sense, you're not quite directly under my command anymore." He cocked his head.

Grinning, she reached out to Spencer. "In that case, I've decided to use you to help me get back into semi-civilized form."

Squinting ever so slightly, John Spencer became lost in statement. "Wha-."

Grabbing his wrist, she pulled him in and whispered. "I want to fuck you 'til you can't walk."

"Is that an order?" He flashed a giddy smile. Reaching up, Rose pulled him in close. The kiss revealed the level of her need. Guided by her hand on his package, she led him out to a grassy hillside in the park.

John took over at that moment. He began unzipping her coveralls. He stopped the zipper at her navel. Pulling the top off her shoulders, he stopped when her elbows were almost exposed. He kissed her.

With her arms locked behind her, Rose couldn't reach up and grab John. He controlled the kiss. She mumbled, "Bastard," into his mouth. He never broke the kiss. She wrung her arms free. Not pushing John away, Rose yanked his zipper the full travel length. She discovered he did not wear underwear. She pulled his coveralls to his ankles. Standing back up, she licked the tip of his cock as she passed it. He playfully tried to step back, forgetting the hobbled condition of his feet.

"Woo-shit," John fell back on his ass. His feet tangled in the clothing. Rose laughed and then started untying his left boot. John caressed the nearest nipple. She moved his hand to his right boot and smiled. Pouting, he began untying it.

Once his legs were free from footwear and clothing, John acted. He pushed Rose back while holding her zipper. This caused her to rock back onto her butt. He pulled her coveralls quickly to her mid calves. Putting his hands behind her knees, John pushed his face between her thighs, her calves still trapped in the clothing. Her thong gave way to a savage tug. John buried his face into her cunt. Sucking her clit between his teeth, he trapped the organ and attacked it with his tongue. Rose pressed him closer with her heels. John ignored anything but her clit. He abused it, whipping her to frenzy with his tongue. Sucking air to cool his prize, he sought to bring forth an orgasm.

"Please, please." Her cries fell on deaf ears. Rose could only touch his head and hands. If she tried to sit up, he rocked forward keeping her trapped. The orgasm started in her core. John never relented. Involuntary bucking overwhelmed Rose and for her safety's sake, John released his prize from between his teeth.

"I hope you enjoyed that." John then wiped his face on her thigh as he extracted himself. He began untying her boots.

"Where did you learn that?" Rose asked.

"My house stud showed me that trick." John replied. "One of my concubines' daughters turned fourteen." He removed the first boot and started on the second. "After finding that she was qualified as a sponsor, she wanted to me to pop her open. "Craig said he could warm her up." John slipped the last boot off. Standing, he slipped her coveralls off over her feet.

"Is that house stud available for trade?" She reached up for him.

"Only, if I wish to be killed by the women of the house," came his very serious reply.

"Lie down." Rose motioned for him.

John got on his back. Rose crawled like a panther over his body. Pecking at his lips, she rocked backed to let her sex engulf his shaft. A ball rolled to a stop against his head. Rose increased her pace, building toward another cum.

"Excuse me, can I get my ball?" A redheaded boy about seven or eight stood next to them. John tapped the ball with his head. It rolled a foot. Suddenly his cock exploded without warning. "Thanks mister." John's grunts were not meant as a reply. The boy dashed away.

"What took so long?" A different child's voice called out.

"There were some people fucking." The boy was accurate. "I didn't want to bother them."

The smithy looked perfect; the problem was that it looked too clean. Every tool Alan Rey had in his shop had been set in the right place. Some items he had on order sat in a central location. Even the custom jigs created for specialty jobs sat waiting. One part of the smithy that he was happy to see gleam was the bath and shower.

"What do you think, boss?" Freddy Ortiz came from the back of the shop.

"There is one big difference," he pointed to the extension over the furnace section. "We have new fires, I recognized the gas and electric," he held both hands out palms up, "but these other two I have no idea." The other apprentice smith, Patrick Pearson crossed back to Freddy and Alan.

"These are additional furnaces." The voice startled everyone. "One is an induction flash heat furnace. The other is an incremental plasma furnace." The voice was different from the AI at the house. It sounded an octave deeper.

"And you are?" Alan looked up.

"I am the subordinate AI for the industrial artisan complex. I will respond to AI or the name Vulcan."

Pat elbowed Alan for his attention. "Shouldn't that be Spock?"

Alan rolled his eyes. Patrick was the only card carrying nerd journeyman blacksmith he knew. "Time to get working, boys," he went into the office, motioning them to follow. "Our first commissioned work is." He opened a portfolio and pulled out an eleven by seventeen inch sheet of paper. Laying the paper out, the two journeymen looked at the job.

"It looks like a fifteen foot tall wrought iron gate for a Hobbit hole." He traced the round shape of the gates.

"Let's build the outer jamb first." Alan pulled out his old four-function calculator. He jabbed several sets of keys. "Get forty-eight feet of two and a quarter by eight and a quarter." He looked at the spec sheet again. Sticking his head out he added, "Make it class forty!"

"Right, boss!" thundered the reply

After lunch on the first day of school, the eleven-year-olds had a field trip. Six members of the group were Jenkins. Leslie led the group to the school's transporter nexus. "Dewey," she called to the school AI.

"Are the students ready for transport?" He replied.

"Yes, they are." She turned back to her twenty-two charges. "Today, we are going to the rabbit hutch to provide a little assistance." She pointed at the nexus. "Straight on through and keep moving."

Leslie came through last. She gave thumbs up to the man before them.

"I'd like to welcome everybody to Hutch One," he pointed at a large forty-foot tall building behind him. "I'm Alistair McLeod, follow me. Once inside you will be given your equipment."

Inside the building hung the smell of the 4-H exhibits at the county fair. Ethan found a large lunch box with his name on it. Opening it up, he found a pair of goggles, a brush, an apron, and some gloves that were long enough to cover his elbows.

Fingers snapped, causing everyone to look. "Today, you will be working with the lady rabbits. We call these 'does'." He slipped his goggles on and donned his gloves. "Be sure to have your safety equipment on. They may be rabbits, but they are unpredictable." He held up a brush. "Believe it or not, we are harvesting hair."

"With a brush?" Betty asked. "I thought you shaved them."

"No, that is for sheep and goats." Alistair answered the question.

"Mister Greenjeans, could you bring up a hologram of my arms before my enhancement?" Two very large holographic arms appeared woven with raised white long heavy scars. "I have many years of experience in handling rabbits. If you look at those scars you can see these rabbits have had a go at me also."

"Is it safe?" Betty asked the question every student wanted to have answered.

"Smart girl," replied Alistair. "You will be working with does that have no nursing kits or 'babies' as you would call them."

"Let me give you the fifty-cent tour." He led them through a double door heading deeper into the barn. Once the group reassembled, he continued. "We have well over five hundred Angora Rabbits. They live here." He pointed at some white sided three-by-five foot blocks in the wall. A whirring sound turned everyone's attention toward the ceiling.

"Shit, look at that." Ethan blurted out. He pointed at a spindly six-legged mechanical spider that dropped from the ceiling down multiple thin threads.

Suddenly Ethan's visual orientation changed to level and the back of his head stung from a blow. Leslie whispered into his ear. "You know better than to cuss." She then pulled back on the hair of the crown forcing him to look at the spider again. Secretly, Ethan decided that, even with all the changes since the pickup, Leslie was still Mrs. Howard at the core.

Extending its two largest legs into a seam of the block wall, the spider began tugging the block out. Two more of the upper legs then grasped the top corners. Once clear, the spider rotated the block toward the group as it descended. Apprehension that the group had been building changed to 'ahs'. While Ethan watched the spider crane, others started calling out that they saw rabbits.

One side of the box had a clear wall. On the uppermost level of that clear side, a sleep box butted up to the side. "One wall of this hutch is like a one way mirror. You can view the rabbits but they can't see you." The crowd eased forward. "Part of your job this year is going to be assisting us in rabbit care. The biggest job you will be doing is collecting molt." Hands shot up. "You, the redhead," he pointed at Martha.

Her soft small voice didn't reflect her bright hair. "What's molt?"

"The undercoat of the rabbit," eyes began to glass over as he started to sound like a video. "The stuff angora wool is made from." None of the students made any noise.

"Let me show you." He opened the top of the hutch. He picked up a bit of rabbit hair. "This is molt." He handed the ball to the nearest kid. "Unlike a cat, rabbits are not really able to deal all that well with hair. They ingest it and the result is not good." He reached in and grabbed a large rabbit. He placed it on the top of the hutch. "Pay attention. This is both easy and at the same time very confusing."

After the demonstration, Ethan began brushing the first of his ten rabbits, back, and neck first for the best wool. He pulled the wool out and dropped it into the softly sucking vacuum receptacle. The third doe twisted and raked her hind feet down the glove and across the apron. "Ahhhh!" Ethan let the rabbit go. She scampered hells bells deep into the barn. "Get the rabbit!" shouted Ethan.

The group turned. Gino shouted "Damn!" He started sprinting in a different direction than Ethan's doe had escaped.

"No Gino! She went." Gino disappeared around the corner. "Shit." Ethan raced down the way his rabbit had escaped. Luckily, he saw her. She had stopped under an "L" shaped table that sat tucked in a corner.

Stepping forward Ethan discovered one of the things that experience teaches. The doe lunged at him. He reacted from instinct, whether he was afraid or fearful remained a mystery. He lifted his torso to avoid the kamikaze rabbit. Ethan's head discovered that the table and the wall were one piece.

Ethan never did black out. His hands went to the back of his head. It was tender, but there was no wetness. Using the table and performing a modified pull-up, he was able to force himself upright. He started to let go of the table but his hand refused. One wave of vertigo lapped at his willpower. His grip on the table increased. He saw Martha holding and stroking the attack rabbit.

"See, that boy isn't really hurt, missy." Martha stepped toward him. Ethan doubted he could run.

"Thanks for nabbing her." He suddenly realized that smiling hurt. He forced the smile to stay.

Martha used her nose to gesture at the rabbit's left hind leg. "She has a gash on her leg. I think she was just trying to escape." She approached him. Ethan could see the cut. Martha put the doe in his arms.

"I see-" the peck on his cheek ended the sentence. Ethan smelled lilac, not the rabbit.

Once she gave him a second kiss, Martha made a suggestion. "Let's go back." Her eyes burned away at his core. Martha was concerned about him. He wondered what her ass looked like. He followed her back, glad that the apron hid the boner he had thrown.

Louis stared at the pink globe as it rose in the morning. Today he turned thirteen. He couldn't decide if he really wanted to. Walking to the balcony edge, he looked down at the pool deck four stories below. Louis knew he would never be anything. His body wouldn't change. Ethan and Gino were eleven and had more body hair and bigger dicks. His dad on Earth might have been right; he thought Louis would never amount to anything. Hell, he had even got horny watching those cocks that were bigger than his was.

The final straw had happened at his after school job. Every day, the thirteen-year-olds mucked out the stalls at the sheep barn. He and Stella Grunewald worked with the age group they would join within the first month of being on Wayward. Two of the shepherds were coming into the shower as Louis's group was finishing. The quip, "Somebody sheared the wool from that wand," still burned in Louis's ears. Grabbing a post, he started to heft himself up onto the banister.

"Louis, please explain your actions." Hobson sounded calm as ever. It came from the center of the covered deck.

Louis froze. "I am all fucked up, Hobson." He put a knee on the banister.

"'Fucked up' is a phrase that has multiple meanings. Please explain."

Louis exhaled a harrumph. He felt that he owed it to Hobson; the AI had worked with him in trying to fix himself and wasn't judgmental. "I think, I think." He looked behind him. Leslie stood there. "I'm, I'm, Ms. Howard," he sniffed back tears. "I like guys, I like girls. I'm damaged. I." She engulfed him into her arms. Louis began to sob quietly.

Leslie stroked his back. "My dear Louis, I've known."

Her sentence struck him with its full weight. She knew he was gay. Louis's ego pushed him. This was a bluff, a challenge. He inhaled clearing his sinuses. "How did you know?" She didn't respond. "Ms. How-"

"Leslie or Ms. Jenkins, Louis," she looked him in the eye.

"Please tell me."

"Remember when Bill talked to you about privacy for others?" Louis smiled at her, acknowledging her statement. "You responded more to me playing with Bill than Bill playing with me."

"You never said anything about me being fucked up so bad." Louis felt his lip quiver. She hugged him into her bosom. He wiped his tears on the housecoat she was wearing.

"Louis, you're just more gay than straight." The tone was the classic Ms. Jenkins factual tone. "Everybody is a bit bisexual."

Louis pulled away to look at his mother figure. "Even Mr. Jenkins and Ray-ray?" His voiced cracked with bottled emotion.

"Yes, even them." Reading her face, he saw no deception.

"How?"

"I really enjoy watching Ray-ray make the ladies cum, Louis." Mr. Jenkins walked out to meet them. "Louis, I've even held Ray-ray's cock in my hand and felt it growing."

"Did you like doing that?" Louis couldn't believe he said that even as the words slipped from his mouth. He looked down.

"That was the first night we double teamed Salome," Bill smiled.

Louis could see a tent forming in Bill's robe. Coming from the master bedroom's upper-most sitting area, he saw a naked Eve, her belly starting to show her pregnancy. Louis felt his cock slide against his shorts.

"Mr. Jenkins, I have the cock ring," Eve held a four-inch foam pipe looking thing. "I am really horny and you promised." She walked up to the trio, waving. "Hi, Louis."

Eve had changed a lot. In Louis's mind, she had done what he wished he could do. At first, Eve had withdrawn and seemed ashamed of having been raped. Now she accepted her situation and seemed to be surer of herself. "Hi, Eve."

"Eve, could you wait inside for a bit?" Mr. Jenkins spoke a soft order more than a question. She rolled her eyes; he swatted her bare butt softly. Eve scooted a quick one or two steps and then eased into a walk.

Louis had an erotic thought. It surprised him. He would ask. "Could I get Eve ready for you?" That question framed the reference Leslie made.

"Technically, she would have to agree," came the reply from Mr. Jenkins.

"I'll ask." Louis chased after Eve. Catching her at the door, he opened it for her.

"Thanks," she entered and he followed. Eve walked over to large bed and climbed on.

"Eve, can I ask a question?" Louis was shocked at the ease of talking to her.

"Shoot." She sat up looking at the door past him.

Louis took a breath. He could hear the sliding glass door open. "Since I'm thirteen today can I get you ready for Mr. Jenkins?" He prepared himself for a no.

"You want me to be your first?" Her voice seemed very small.

"Yes," he saw her smile. "I know I'm not good, but I want to try."

She scooted to the edge of the bed. Her legs spread, giving him a real close up. "I like having my clitty licked." Her finger pointed at a little bulge of flesh.

"Sure," Louis moved and licked the protrusion. Eve sucked in air. He widened his tongue and decided to lick it clean. She put her legs over his back.

"Softer, Louis," she chided mildly. He went to pull away, but her hands touched his temples, urging him to stay. "Shorter strokes, faster," her hips bucked. Louis kept going. Thoughts of getting her wet for Mr. Jenkins started stiffening his dick. Her little mews of pleasure helped the hardening to continue.

Leslie spoke, "Judging by her reaction, he appears to be a natural."

Legs crushed in on the sides of his head. Eve bucked, and for a second he thought Eve was injured. He realized she just had an orgasm because of him. Fortunately, he could get air into his lungs through his nose for the time it took Eve to relax.

"Louis, that felt great." She pulled at him to get him closer. She kissed him. Louis pulled away, winking.

He grabbed the cock tube from where Eve had set it on the bed. Standing he went to Mr. Jenkins. "May I?"

Bill opened his robe. Louis reached out and grabbed the erect cock. It radiated heat into his hand. He lined the tube up to the tip. Pressing firmly, he slid the device home. Once through, a drop of clear precum rested in the slit. Louis licked it away. Heavy and intoxicating, he ran the drop onto the roof of his mouth. Grabbing the exposed half, he led the cock to Eve.

"Stay at the edge Eve." She looked up at Mr. Jenkins as he spoke. "I know that no harm will come to you or the baby, but I just can't climb on." The bed rose so that she was lined up with him. "Guide me in, Louis."

Louis placed the head of the cock he held at her opening. Slowly the exposed half sank into her. Mr. Jenkins started a slow steady stroking. Louis felt a hand on his upper arm. They needed privacy; he was expecting to be told. "Lick her clit." Turning, he saw Leslie behind them. Her hand pushed him downward.

"Please," Eve whispered.

Louis's vision tunneled into the connection between the two. He stooped in, noticing the differences in fragrances. He could still smell Eve. Intertwined in that smell came a musk that had to be Mr. Jenkins. His tongue met at the joining. He realized he could taste a slight difference as well. Louis felt the cock with his tongue, warmer, spongier than he imagined. He switched his ministrations between the dick, the clit, and the little area between. Eve bucked up heavily, forcing her clit hard into his tongue. Mr. Jenkins pressed hard into Eve, panting heavily. Louis could feel the cock pulse.

Mr. Jenkins pulled out. "Wait," Eve pleaded. "Salome said you should always clean up your man." She tried to sit up. Louis helped her by offering his arm. Sitting up, Eve began licking the cock.

She took Louis's hand, and squeezing, she pulled it toward the cock too. Looking at Mr. Jenkins, he raised his eyebrows. "It's okay."

"Let's slip this off." Eve extracted the cock by pulling the tube off, exposing its full length. Louis watched Eve slide in to lick sweat droplets from the still high and tight balls.

Louis moved toward the tip of the cock. Bits of cum dangled from the tip. He greeted the underside with his tongue. He grabbed the base, engulfing as much as possible. Louis worked through trial and error. He remembered watching and hearing Bert and Ted complain about teeth. Louis was careful. Looking up, he saw Mr. Jenkins' face. He saw smiling acceptance. Louis kept working.

"It's your turn," Eve said in small voice. Then she took Louis into her mouth. He shot off instantly. Louis waited for Eve to pull off and laugh. All she did was suck slowly. Louis turned back to the cock in his mouth. Soon several hard spurts erupted in his mouth. That made him fire again.

Mr. Jenkins pulled out. "Thanks."

"I liked it too," Louis told the truth. His cock head was becoming sensitive. "Eve, that tickles." She released his cock. Popping off his cock, she looked so vulnerable. Louis lowered his head, kissing her on the lips.

"Louis, is this choice better?" Leslie inquired.

He broke the kiss. "I believe so."

"Good. You two go get some breakfast. I'll see you both in school at ninth bell." Eve led Louis to the spiral staircase that descended to the ground floor.

Bill pushed Leslie onto the bed, exposing a breast to squeeze reverently. "That worked out well." His tone showed relief and a bit of worry. "What if he had jumped?"

Leslie positioned him at her entrance. "Pop inside and I'll explain." Sliding in quickly, Bill tickled her waist, causing her to begin wiggling a little. Shifting her bodily to the right allowed Bill full depth. Once Leslie felt his pubic hair, she continued. "Remember when we designed this place?"

"All I did was give final approval."

Leslie tightened her pussy muscles. Bill refocused on her point. "Salome worried about the balconies. She said her kids were all climbers and leapers." Rocking under Bill, she started him pumping. "Joyce asked Hobson about a clear interdiction field."

"You mean?"

"Yes, silly boy, Louis couldn't have jumped." She kissed him. "Now get that cock in gear. I need it."

Louis looked up to the banister that defined the room where he decided to live. He could hear Mr. Jenkins grunting and Leslie crying out. He put cereal in the bowl for Tina. He then smiled at Eve.